ニュース VerdanskはCall of Duty Warzoneに戻っていることが確認されています

VerdanskはCall of Duty Warzoneに戻っていることが確認されています

著者 : Gabriel アップデート : Apr 15,2025

VerdanskはCall of Duty Warzoneに戻っていることが確認されています

Warzoneが最初に発売されたとき、それは即座の感覚になりました。プレイヤーはヴェルダンスクに集まり、他のバトルロワイヤルゲームとは一線を画す経験を見つけました。現在、Black Ops 6に直面している課題により、元のVerdanskマップの再導入が、プレーヤーをサーバーに引き戻すための鍵となる可能性があります。

Activisionは、Verdanskの非常に予想される復帰を示唆する魅力的なティーザートレーラーをリリースしました。ビデオの説明は、プレイヤーがCall of Duty:Warzoneの5周年記念のお祝いの一部としてこの象徴的な場所を再訪する機会があることを確認しています。公式リリースは、4月3日に発売される予定であるBlack Ops 6シーズン3に予定されています。

ティーザートレーラーはノスタルジックな旅で、暖かさで満たされ、なだめるようなメロディーになります。それは、バーダンスクの本質を美しく捉えており、軍事飛行機、ジープ、オペレーターを古典的な軍事スタイルに身を包んだオペレーターを紹介します。

ただし、警告があります。コミュニティは、ヴェルダンスクの通りを切望しているだけではありません。彼らはまた、元のゲームのメカニズム、動き、サウンド、グラフィックの復活を求めています。多くのファンは、Activisionがこれらの呼び出しに耳を傾けることは疑わしいものの、元のWarzoneサーバーを望んでいることについて声を出しています。 2020年3月に発売されて以来、Warzoneは1億2500万人以上のプレーヤーを引き付け、フランチャイズの歴史の重要な部分となっています。

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